Black Hand Covers the Sky in Meiman

"Antonist" Hector Ayala couldn't help but have a look of doubt in his eyes, because according to his memory, he didn't seem to remember that he was related to this name.

So Hector Ayala couldn't help but asked in confusion: "Why do you want people to block my way? I don't seem to know you."

"Haha," Anthony chuckled twice, led Gin out of the darkness, smiled slightly in the direction of Hector Ayala, "I don't know, you have been searching so hard these days. Isn’t the truth about me?”

"What?" Hector Ayala's eyes were bloodshot, and he didn't care about his strong judgment of Anthony. He rushed out of the bunker, pointed at Anthony and asked: "Why are you framing me?"

"Why?" Anthony blew out a smoke ring lightly, looked at him with a ferocious smile and said, "You tampered with the goods I helped transport and sent all my men to the police station. Now you actually ask me why? When you came out to meddle in that ridiculous hood, didn't you expect that such a day would come for you?"

"You help people transport goods." Hector Ayala instantly thought of the batch of people he intercepted at a remote port in Brooklyn a few days ago and the raw materials he would entrust other gangs to transport in: " You're a gangster."

"Yes, why doesn't it look like that?" Anthony asked lightly.

"Like" Hector Ayala gritted his teeth and said, "I can smell the scum on you from such a distance."

"Scumbag" Anthony chuckled, and said as if he was thinking: "If I said that the last person who dared to talk to me like this had sunk into the Hudson River to feed the fish, I don't know if you are there now. Change your mind about the mistake you just made."

"No, because it's definitely not me who will die today." Hector Ayala said in a cold voice with a fierce look on his face: "But before that, I have a question to ask you, now that you already know my true identity , if you want to deal with me, you can just deal with me directly. Why do you want to kill Officer Bald and his family to frame me?"

Anthony was silent for a moment and said calmly: "My target was not chosen at random. The police officer is not as clean as you think. As for his family, it was an accident."

Seemingly feeling that this topic made him a little upset, Anthony casually threw the half-smoked cigar in his mouth to the ground, smashed it with one kick, and said in a ferocious voice: "As for why I have to go to such trouble to deal with you, I guess I just want to kill the boredom." Time. At the same time, I am also a little curious about what it would be like for a bright and majestic superhero to be pulled into the abyss."

"Hello, okay" Hector Ayala said harshly. He didn't expect that everything he encountered during this period was just a game and an experiment by the other party.

So now Hector Ayala has only one thought in his mind, which is to tear the person in front of him to pieces.

"Go to hell!" Hector Ayala couldn't help but say, with a tiger roar, holding two daggers, he rushed towards Anthony who was close at hand.

The double daggers emitted a dangerous light, cutting through the night sky like a bank. In fact, when he was a superhero, he always used his bare hands to deal with enemies when he was a hero, but he changed during his escape period. In order to survive, he abandoned too many principles.

"You know, Hector Ayala, you know nothing about power." Looking at Hector Ayala, who was rushing over like a roaring tiger, Anthony smiled contemptuously and continued to taste the fragrance of tobacco leisurely.

There was a loud bang, and a figure fell from the sky, broke through the ceiling of the factory, and stopped in front of Anthony. He waved his claws to block a pair of sharp blades drawn by Hector Ayala.

"What is this?" Hector Ayala looked at the almost naked upper body in front of him, wearing a strange mask, many joints on his body were inlaid with sharp blades, holding a pair of iron claws, and exuding an inhuman aura to block the attack. The figure in front of him said in shock and anger.

Hector Ayala knows how strong his strength and speed are. Since his debut for so long, no one is his enemy, whether they are gangsters or elite policemen. In addition to his extraordinary martial arts skills, the most important thing he relies on is a magical amulet that gives him various physical bonuses.

Now his angry blow was actually firmly blocked by the seemingly inhuman figure in front of him. It seems that the opponent's physical fitness is not much inferior to his, and may even be better than his.

But how is this possible? For a moment, Hector Ayala felt that he might really have to get to know the world again.

"The Fashion Team," Anthony explained from the side, "is a random creation by my talented scientists. Well, how should I put it? You can think of them as transformed humans."

"Transform them" Hector Ayala suddenly felt a bad premonition in his heart.

Anthony nodded, pointed at the hole in the ceiling and said with a smile, "Yes, they are."

As soon as Anthony finished speaking, several figures similar to those blocking Hector Ayala jumped out of the hole and hit the ground heavily.

Looking at these transformed people who exuded dangerous auras, Hector Ayala couldn't help but tighten his expression.

He knew that he had to fight hard, otherwise he would be like what the gang leader across the street said, and he would stay here forever.

"Kill" Under the crisis of life and death, Hector Ayala broke through his previous limits. The pair of daggers in his hands, under the martial arts skills instilled by the mysterious amulet, directly turned into two silver rays, dancing all over his body, and at the same time, like venomous snakes, pointing directly at the vital points of several transformed people. .

"It's just a dying struggle," Anthony said with a cold smile.

As expected, as Anthony expected, Hector Ayala's behavior was basically in vain.

Because what he is dealing with is not ordinary people, but the organs and joints that transform all aspects of the human body are different from ordinary people. All the martial arts skills he was proud of were greatly reduced when faced with the modified people.

In addition, his strength and reaction speed were not advantageous at all, so wounds soon appeared on his body. That is to say, under the blessing of a magical amulet, his recovery power is different from ordinary people. Otherwise, he would have bled to death long ago.

"Bastard bastard" Hector Ayala was kicked hard in the abdomen by a modified person, which directly knocked down a column in the factory. He struggled to get up, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and cursed.

"Hector Ayala," Anthony looked at him expressionlessly and said calmly, "Do you have any last words?"

"Why why me?" Hector Ayala roared as if he hated the injustice of the sky.

"It's not about good or evil, it's just about stance," Anthony said calmly: "You intercepted my shipment and blocked my way, so I can only ask you to die."

Just when the Fashion Team surrounded him again and approached step by step, and Hector Ayala was in despair, the voice of the guards outside reported from the headset in Anthony's ear: "Boss, it's not good, we have someone here. The Self-proclaimed Homeland Strategic Attack Defense and Security Bureau wants to force their way in, and they are currently in conflict with us. The other party also brings heavy firepower, so we may not be able to stop them for long."

Although the sound that came from it was not loud, it was still conspicuous in the empty factory building. Moreover, Hector Ayala's current senses are different from ordinary people, so he easily heard the words reported by Anthony's subordinates.

Homeland Strategic Attack Defense and Logistics Agency They are coming, they are coming to save me. For the first time, Hector Ayala felt that this smelly and long name sounded so good.

Hold on, I want to hold on until they come to pick me up, I want to live Hector Ayala's eyes radiate an extremely dazzling light.

Anthony glanced at the innocent Hector Ayala mockingly, and ordered Gin, who had been acting as a shadow silently beside him, "Get rid of him and be clean. We don't have much time."

"Understood," Gin nodded.

It's not difficult to kill someone, it's just a bullet. Faced with Gin's arc ballistics, Hector Ayala, who didn't even foresee that the bullet would turn when it hit, could only die with hatred.

Life is so fragile, you never know when it will pass away.

Looking at Hector Ayala, who looked horrified and inexplicable, as if he didn't expect that he would die by a bullet, Anthony turned around and walked out and said lightly: "I said, you have no idea about strength. No idea.”

"Get this place in order, we have a bunch of uninvited guests to deal with."

ps: I finally got rid of this bit player, and now I’m going to have some contact with SHIELD.